here I’m wearing a hat,the hat of my stories,which I wave,to reveal a story everyday,like a magician,of all illusions.
these dayshold places, hold dresseshold flowers, hold gardenshold talks, hold walkshold cups, hold sleephold memories within deep
the future is unpredictable “So We Are”
the feathers were lonely together,she couldn’t fly ever. the past had hit her,the present was bitter. oh see now her wings flutter,it seems she’s awake from a slumber. she’s gathered the will power,to rise from the ground, to reach the tower. Open your wings and fly.Gather the courage, the will power.You can conquer the world.
She was all surrounded by Crystals“Shiny and Multifaceted” like Her
How can we see something Formless? “By giving it a Form.” Like we give our thoughts a form by writing them.
At some places they hold each other, at some places they are distant, at places one of them is dominant. They are colours and their various combinations make a beautiful painting.
The vase of patience is fragile,hold it with care. Don’t let it break.
The moment you imagine forever,its created in the future somewhere,with some unknown face,at an unknown pace,with a beautiful ink, with an added page.
he’s summer, she’s spring, his warm residues help her bloom.